#and then they get dennys because its my fic i get to pick the hangover breakfast place

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fuck it excerpts from random wips time. ages ago i started an m9 uni au based on that one tiktok where a friend group accidentally left their friend at the club/party and traded her with just some random woman cos they were all so drunk and will i ever finish it? probably not. am i going to share some of it anyway? yes i am

“Mollymauk?”

It seems so improbable that Fjord considers if he is, perhaps, still drunk, but (while that may be true regardless), the person sitting at the table is absolutely his first year roommate, albeit with longer hair and a couple more tattoos. Across from him sits Yasha, a frequent visitor to their dorm room. For a moment, relief floods Fjord, before the confusion catches up with him.

Why the fuck is he at Molly’s place? He doesn’t even know where Molly’s place is. He hasn’t seen Molly in years. He certainly doesn’t remember seeing him last night— or Yasha, for that matter.

Molly’s surprised face turns into a huge grin of recognition. “Fjord! Small world, huh.”

“Did I... come home with you?” Seems odd that Molly was surprised to see him, but maybe Molly is just better at handling hangovers than he is.

“First of all, new accent is nice, suits you. Second of all, must’ve been with Caleb. If you’d woken up with me you would know it.”

Fjord doesn’t doubt that. Still, nothing that Molly said resolves any of the questions he has. “Who... is Caleb?”

“He didn’t tell you his name? Right to business. I suppose that sounds like him.”

“Literally what are you talking about Molly?”

“Fjord you don’t have to play coy, you were in his room. God knows I’ve brought home enough strangers to—”

“There’s nobody else in there, Molly,” Fjord cuts in, “I woke up alone.”

at that point the plot or what passes for plot in this doc starts but nevermind that i also want to share this exchange they have in the car on the way to swap caleb and fjord back

“So, how have you been? Still having a sexuality crisis?”

“Fuck off,” says Fjord, without any venom.

“So yes, I assume.”

“No, I’m gay.”

“Oh brilliant. Am I giving myself too much credit to say I helped?”

“Yes,” says Fjord, although it’s a lie.

“Fair,” says Molly. “I’ve been great, thanks for asking.”

“Molly,” starts Fjord, “I’m terribly sorry I’m not a good conversationalist at the moment, but it is because I might be suffering from alcohol poisoning.”

“You’re fine.”

“My liver is trying to murder me in cold blood.”

“Do not throw up in my car,” interjects Yasha.

its my self indulgent fic i’ll never finish i get to pick the headcanons about fjord. maybe its worth noting this is not a molly/fjord fic (it flip flops back and forth between gen and widofjord, if anything) they just act like this whenever i write them. whats a little homoeroticism between friends